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To my Brother 
WILLIAM B. VVOODBY, 

BOSTON, MASS. 

1914 



^0G24 1914 

Copyrighted 1914 

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THE DANCE 

My heart is light and free from care 

Who is so j;ay as I? 
And softly through my raven hair 

The morning breezes fly; 

Oh I Who will go with me to the green, , 
\yh.ere the merry wild birds sing? 

Oh ! Who will dance in the meadow sheen, 
When nature's musics ring? 

Tripping gaily over the greensward soft today. 
Tripping gaily this merry morn of May. 

Each little leaf on the tree top tail, 
■Each shimmering blade of grass. f 

A welcome; gives alike to all 
Who choose their way to pass 

Oh! Who- ■ [-■ ■. .: r 



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The blnebeli fair and the lily sweet 

In gladness rears each head, 
Theysilentlyw'ill kiss our feet 

As over the green we tread, > ■"."•, ' 
Oh: Who— , . ; '. 

.REVERIE ', ^ V'i'f' 

To-ni2:ht within my chamber. ... 

I am sitting and thinking alone, 
And flittin": before me in \isions 

Are faces and forms unknown. 

Dreams T think of the future, 
That is surely awaiting me; 

But a feeling of'sadness steals o'er me, 
As the mystical dew o'er the lea. 



A feeling of fear for the future, 

A yearning in truth to know 
Will it bs bright and happy 

Or dark and filled with woe? 

I pause and await for an answer 

From my guests at the fanciful ball, 

But I hear not a sound, not a murmur * 
Save the tick from the clock on the wal.l. 



THE DOCTOR AND THE 
FARMER 

The Doctor sat in his easy chair 
The light of the limp shown bright 

Before him lay an open book 
On treatments wrong and right. 

'There's Johnnie Green." he wearily said, 
As he hastily opened the work, 

"His case tonight without fail I'll read, 
My duty I must not shirk." 

But it was not long the doctor read, 
Hark! a call, ''Come doctor quick! 

My Wife's in bed most dead with pain. 
And my children too are sick." 

**Ahem," the doctor slowly said. 

"Within I've warmth and cheer, 
Without the wind blows fierce and wild 
' And the streets are cold and diear. 



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"About my fee — well, can you pay 

For services desired?" 
"Yes, Doctor make me out a bill, 

I'll give you what's required. 

*Vour money's made,"tis good you know, 

1 just can't get it now, 
A day or two must pass and then 

I'll sell my Jersey cow/' 

*'0 no, r never cheated man. 
Nor wished nobody harm, 
I've L^ot a score of sheep and pigs, 
An(i a fifty acre farm.'* 

**If God will let me live to see 

Another two days past. 
Your fee I'll pay without a word 

And bless you till the last." 

The doctor donned his hat and coat 
He sped eight miles away, 

And ere he reached his home again 
The cock crew for the day. 

Two days passed by, yes, six or eight, 

A dozen and six score; 
The doctor's creditors on him called; 

But the farmer never more. 



ONLY 

Only a darling baby. 
Tottering here and there. 

Catching at what's in her reach. 
And tumbling down the stair. 

Only a little school girl, 

Happy, gay and free, 
Who thinks when she grows older. 

How grand and good she'll be. 

Only a fair young maiden, 
Filled with wonders great. 

Of what will be her future, 
And who wiHbeher mate? 



Only a trembling woman. 

Hoping, longing yet 
For something in life to enter. 

And wipe the eyes now wet. 

Only a wife, most precious 

Are the loving words she hears 

Fro-m one wlno swears protection 
Throughout the coming years. 

Only a weary mother 

Pravins with anguish wild 

For the rescue of the wandering, 
The safety of her child. 



Only a dear old grandma 

Who journeyed life's rough road. 
Awaiting now at the portal 

Of the mystic dread abode- 
Only twohands folded 

Across a lifeless breast 
The soul now free from sorrow 

Serenely takes its rest. 



THE SEA 

I strolled beside yon restless sea. 
And gazed upon the sky so clear, 

I wondered if beneath the waves 
I'd find the rest 1 sought for here, 

Mv heart with sorrow wildlv beat: 

And like the uneasy waves were tossed 

Upon the broken strands of hope 

In ceaseless search of what was lost. 

And when by doubt all hopes were slain, 
I longed that far beyond the reef. 

My wearied self I there might lay 
In search of respite from my grief. 

Again I stroll beside the sea. 
And gaze upon the sky so clear. 

My heart at nature's bidding yearns, 
for what was lost that by-gone year. 



But ah! since then TVe found a rest 
That orives to hearts both worn and faint 

If ■ o 

Contentment here on earth with Him 
Who lived and died the perfeqt saint. 

So restless sea. roll on and on 

My heart with thee now i^eeps no time, 
A holy caliit o'er sorrow's sea 

Has Vrouobi contentment most divine. 

FAREWELL 

Farewell to thee my native home^ • 

Hoine that I love so dear; 
Farewell to thee loved Keystone State, 

I leave with a tear.. 

Farewell to thee Kind friends so dear 

Yes tried and true thou art, 
A cry from Dixie bids me hence. , 

So from tbee I must part. 

Farewell my Alma maters too, 

P'arewell to thee and thine. 
Around my heart thy precepts dear 

Now closely shall entwine. 

Farewell to each familiar scene-. 
The mill-pond and tbe plough, 
. The cherry tree by the I'ttle sty. 
And the who-rtleberry boug;l"u 



Farewell to thee Neshaminy's stream 

And grand old Delaware, 
Oft o'er thy rippling waters clear. 

I've steered with pleasure there. 

Farewell to thee dear little church 

That by the roadside stands: 
I love thee for my parents dear 

There taught me God's commands. 

Farewell to thee graves of my sires , 

For centuries nearly two 
Though I may roam in distant lands. 

Yet would I sleep with you. 

Yes I would sleep beneath the trees 
That shade these graves so green, 

Where the robin siugs his notes in spring 
When the sky is fair and sheen. 



DIMPLE CHIN 

" Dood morning, teacher dear,'* 

Said little Dimple Chin, 
As open wide the door 

She threw and entered in. 

Then slipping to my side 

With modest air and grace. 
She gazed with questioning eyes 
Intent into my face. 



"Wha^ is it little one?" 

I asked and kissed her cheek, 
"What dost thou wish to know 
Tell me what dost thou seek?" 

"Why teacher dear,'' she said, 
Then in tones shy and low, 

"Me wants to know if oo 
Has dot a bessest beau". 



HER FORTUNE 

"Oh! beautiful stars that shine so bright 
Will you tell me my fortune this tranquil night? 
For the (iypsy Queen just over the way 
Says a dark eyed stranger I'll marry some day. 
"And my child," said she "to test I am right 
You must watch the stars on a tranquil night. 
And the one most bright in ihe west you see. 
At the striking of nine will twinkle at thee/' 
I will try, it is true for there in the west, 

Is a star much brighter than all of the rest. 
I will count and see if that star is mine. 
Hereisone,two,three, four, five, six, seven, eighty 

nine. 
Oh ! the star is mine, it did twinkle at me, 
And a dark eyed stranger I know f shall see. 
Now what shall 1 do.' I will hasten away. 
No more on the green with the girls will I play 



To sew I'll begin and my wedding dress make 
And Rosie, friend Rosie shall make me the cake" 
So rising and clapping her hands with glee, 
The girl of sixteen quickly sped o'er the lea. 
A summer of gold and a winter of gray 

O'er the head of the maiden passed swiftly away 
But when in the meadow the thrush sang again, 
And the quivering grasses sparkled with rain, 
A dark eyed stranger from far o'er the sea, 
Came wooing and winning our ("air Minnie Lee. 



• AUTUMN 

The Autumn has come. 

With noiseless tread, 
Through forest and meadow 

Her liiiht is shed. 

The winds of the morn. 
Sweep hurriedly by 
Caressing the virile oak. 
Towering high, 

An<i the noonday ray 

Of the golden sun. 
Quietly tells us, 

Autumn has come. 

The Autumn has come 
The dead leaves fall, 

And hovering round us. 
Like to a pall. 



Are memories sad 

Of a long lost past 
The pleasures of which 

H ave fled too fast. 

For who ne'er longs 

For mothers embrace 
And the sacred smile 
That lights her face. 

THE DANDELION 

"The spring I love and the summer's dew" 
Said the buttercup fair of golden hue, 

"And I," said the violet, beaming bright, 
"Through wood and dale roam with delight, 

When e'er I hear the red breast sing 

His song of welcome, "Hail sweet Spring." 

The Dandelion near them bowed her head, 
And sadly cried, "Would I were dead," 

"Would thou wert dead?" said the buttercup fair, 
As she gaily tossed her golden hair, 

"I do,'' said the Dandelion, "indeed" 
"Then tell me", buttercup cried, "thy need." 

"My need of a truth is a pitiful one, 

There are none who care for me under the sun. 

Let thee and the Violet roam at v/ill. 
The youth and maiden seek thee still, 

The young lambs mid thee frisk and play, 
And children pluck thee all th-^ day. 

Yes sages write of the violet blue. 
And buttercups fair of golden hue, 

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While I around on every side, 
Unsought, unnoticed am denied. 

The name of flower and my seed, 

'Tis said brings naught but common weed, 

And thus the reason why today, 
I wish my life were passed away.'* 

*'Dear Dandelion," said violet sweet. 
Back to the earth I will retreat. 

And thou, fair Buttercup, I know 
Wilt not decline with me to go ; 

Then Dandelion thou shait appear 
Before us each succeeding year. 

And thou a welcome flower shaitbe 
Beneath the leatess shrub and tree." 

MY BABES 

Little feet upon the stair, 
In the hail and everywhere, 

Piter pater hear themgo 

Some are fast and some are slow. 

First a hiugh and then a cry, 
"Mamma, baby hit my eye,'' 

Next a scuffle and a fumble. 
O, 1 hear my baby tumble. 

Bumps are kissed and smoothed away, 
Baby's foremost in the play 

Thus they pass the day along, 
And at eve I sing a song, 

As I tuck my babes to rest, 

Praying they may both be blest 

Blest in old age, blest in youth. 
Do the right, and speak the truth. 

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II 



THE JALOF MAIDEN 

O, beautiful sable maiden, 
With black and curling hair, 

I never knew what beauty was 
Till I beheld thee fair. 

Thy darksome eyes of splendor. 
Rich with the mellow light 

Of hallowed native freedom. 
Shine as the stars by night. 

Man's features sure no sculptor 

Can chisel half so line 
As nature's cunning workman, 

Hath wrought and fashioned thine. 

Thy charming graceful manners 
Would steal the heart away 

Of prince, of sage or poet 
Who chants his rythmic lay. 



The Jalofs are a tribe of Africans found around 
the French Ports of Goree and Decker off the 
West Coast of Africa. The women of this tribe 
are very beautiful and industrious as is shown by 
their handiwork. 



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CAPE MAY POINT 

Away, away with eager feet, 
The little ones run from the dusty street 

To catch a glimpse of the ocean wide, . 
And watch the rise and fall of the tide. 

To hear the mighty breakers roar 

As back theyVe dashed upon the shore. 

And play upon the favoured strand, 
Amid the shells and glittering sand. 



DEEDS AND WORDS 

Deeds of thought and words of love, 
How they sooth the aciing heart 

Heaven to earth cms from ab ve 
When man nobly does his part. 



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Tell what part that man should take. 

In the world's arena life? 
Sooth the careworn hearts that ache. 

Cease from evil and from strife. 

Treat thy brother as thou wouldst 
Have thy brother to treat thee, 

Naught indeed but this thou couldst 
Really call true charity. 

With another let me say, 

What in times past has been said. 
For it is the only way 
To bring blessings on thy head. 

To thine own self first be true, 
Then as night doih follow light, 

To thy brother thou canst do 
Naught but what is just and right. 

Seek thou happiness in sin, 
At the cost of others pain, 

Ne'er think a lastirg gcal to win. 
For alas ! 'tis sought in vain. 



YESTERDAY AND TODAY 

Here is today, 

And yesterday with all its hopes 
Its prayers and teais 

Has passed away. 



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What hast thou brought? 

Full many a disappointment keen 
New expectations and new fears,, 

Yes cares alas ' unsought. 

And is this all? 

Oh no, all is not care and woe. 
Thou bringst the birds to sing 
In yonder tree so tall. 

The grasses green. 

The buds to bloom on bush and tree, 
The dancing streams with music low, 

And the fair l.)Iue sky so sheen. 

Sweet memories 

Of the tried and true of by-gone yeers^ 
Of childhood's haunts and home 

O pleasant reveries. 

Would thou wert here 

O yesterday with all thy hopes 

Thy prayers and tears, 
For now to me thou art most dear. 

A tear, a sigh, 

The dream is o'er, thoughts of my youth 
be gone, 
But Hope, from me fly not, remain 

Till deep beneath the earth I lie. 



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MY GEORGIA HOME 

BY REQUEST 

For the Georgia Club in Boston, and affec- 
tionately dedicated to my Georgia Friends 



Would I could sec the moss draped pines 
Of my dear old Georgia Home, 

Would I could hear the mocking birds 
Sinking as they roam. 

The rustling of the sugar canes, 

The fields of cotton white. 
The fragrance of the jessamine sweet 
Are memories fond and bright. 

Then back to dear old Georgia fair, 

I will hie me some good day, 
I will bid farewell to this northern clime, 

Where the Ice King holds his sway. 

Yes, back to my own dear sunny heath. 
To the land where cotton is king, 

In the home of the yam and cow pea green, 
Let me hear the rice birds sinsf. 

WE ONLY KNOW 

We know not what each comiiig day 
Will bring to us or those we love 

We know not whether clouds ofgray 
Or golden sunshine hang above. 

We only know that in this life 
We are a part of one great plan 

That in this world of toil and strife 
"fis love we owe our fellow man. 

A holy hallowed sacred love 

No matter what his race or creed 

That sent to earth by God above 
To meet our fellow creatures need. 

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The Blue bell 

IN THE DAYS OF KNIGHTS 

A blue-bell to a vine one day 
A lament made about a ray; 
"I tire^'' she said, ''of dwelling here 
Where naught but fir and oak trees rear 
Their lofty heads above me high, 
(Jomrauning with the sun and sky, 
Whilst I receive one ray of light 
A moment ere the stilly night. 
Her mantel round me close has drawn. 
Until the birds sing forth the morn, 
I then the day in silemce keep 
While bee and bird in .sunshine reap. 
O, that the whole great sun each day 
Would come and ever with me stay. 
How happy then, dear vine, I'd be 
Beneath this fir and bald oak tree." 
*'N ay bluebel 1, should the torch of day 
Upon thy head his fiames display. 
Dost thou not know thou couldst not live 
Thy life to D^ath. the brand would give. 
Within this fragrant dell I see, 
And hear the gentle hum of bee 
Deploring sadly that a fate 
For her did ope industry's gate 
And wish in vain that she might be 
Yon sweet blue-bell beneath the tree. 
The firs and oaks that near thee stand 
So proud and noble, strong and grand 
Wno rear their heads towards heavea's 
height 



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As though from earth they'd take their 

flight 
Have longed to change with the bluebell 
Thou fragrant flower of the dell. 
The bright winged songsters, here and 

there 
That gladly flit through tlie mild air, 
To this thy airy bower retreat 
And in thy praise sing songs most sweet 
I pray thee more contented be 
A friend thou'lt always find in me;" 
Time swiftly sped with win;2jed flight 
But each day brought to bluebell light 
And near her fairy bower sweet 
Was now a nook called love's retreat; 
And often lovers sought in vain 
To find from whence this fragrance came, 
Until at length Lord Hillingstand 
Cried, "1 decree my daughtei's hand 
To him who finds the magic flower 
That grows beyond the Lovers bower;" 
For those whose hearts were cold and 

strong 
When ere they heard the birdling"s song 
And breathed the bluebell s fragrance 

sweet. 
By faries borne from this retreat, 
At once did fall at Cupid's dart, 
And said the magic flower was art 
Too sacred now was it to find 
For love makes sight and reason blind; 



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But old Lord Hillin^stand we see 
Believed it aat, hence the decree. 
Acros> the raoore from Hillingstand's 
The farmer sowed with busy hands. 
Gustavus Dore the farmers' son 
In secret had the maid's heart won. 
So when he heard the sad decree 
Naught did he say but quit the lea, 
And hied him to the sacred bower 
In hopes that he might find the flower. 
Brave knights arrayed in buckled suits 
With horsemen near them playing lutes, 
Thev said to charm the spell away 
Was why they went in sheen array. 
The sage and bard whose verses strong^ 
Oft make men think that right is wrong; 
And all the nobles of the land 
Assembled there in one great band. 
The bower now no longer stood 
A tranquil place of quietude: 
And soon the oak and clambering vine. 
By vandals raids were made to pine, 
The mosses and forget me-not. 
With sorrow gazed upon the spot, 
And whispered through the affrighted air, 
^'Farewell bluebell if thou art t here." 
All searched for bluebell but in vain, 
They searched through siinshine and 

through rain, 
Till worn and weary, sad and faint, 
They sought the camp of mother Dant. 



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She was the Princes of a band 

Of gypsies roving through the land, 

Bat Gustavus kept up the search 

In secret, till near by a birch, 

He saw a vine upon the ground, 

Which once. around the birch was wound 

He paused, "Ah! graceful vine, said he, 

"I will thee twine about this tree." 

Up from the ground he raised the vine. 

And there espied the flower divine. 

He plucked it with a tender ha id. 

Aadbmeit to the mansion grand, 

Then to the Lord so stern and cold. 

He said "Kind sir, the flower 1 hold, 

In, yonder nook near by a birch 

I found the object of my search, 

And here it is, a little bell; 

The sweetest flower of the dell. 

It is of heavens fairest blue, 

My lord, the flower I give to you ;'' 

The old Lord palled and cried, ''boy 

hold, 
Art thou a knight of exploits bold? 
A bard or sage of wisdom ripe? 
Thou seemest like one of lowly type 
rilgive thee gold. Ml give thee fame, 
Thoivlt not take that? My rage then claim 
Begone impostor from my door 
This curse befall thee in- thy moor 
Athousind hshes.on thy back 



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Thy hiirs that new with youth are black 
Be turned as white ?.s driven snow. 
Know thou no peace where erst thou go 
At night when sleep would close thine eyes 
May weird gaunt specters round thee rise 
And \\hen thou dost lay down to die 
May birds of prey around thee fly." 
Thus speaking closed the Lord the door 
And poor Gustavus sought his moor 
When low the sun sank in the west 
And farmer Dore retired to rest, 
The daughter of old Hillingstand 
Warned Gnstavus to leave the land, 
"Fly Gustavus, I'll fly with thee 
And where thou art there I will be. 
They fled and by Neshaminy's stream 
Life was to them a golden dream, 
For there a lowly preacher said 
*'I now declare that ye are wed" 
His blessings then the curse dispelled, 
And fear no longer round them dwelled. 



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THE SHIP OF LIFE 

'in"the language of the poets of the past 



The ship of life, a goodly boat 

With a fearless crew and bold 

Sailed from the genial shores of youth 

Upon Time's ocean old, 

"Beware," a captain bent, with age 

Cried o'er the waves so blue 

"Of shoals and reefs you'll meet when out 

Or they'll wreck ship and crev..'' 

But Captain Passion of the boat — 

Laughed gaily loud and long 

"N'er fear,' said he in jovial tone 

My bark is stout and strong.'' 

And as the ship sped on and on 

Upon the crested sea 

The crew could see the land behind 

And hear loud shouts of glea, 

"Out on the deep," the captain cried, 

"I'm weary of the land 

I long for naught but sea and sky 

To be on either hand.'' 

Then swiftly up were run the sails, 

And soon a steady breeze 

Like a magic wand the vessel bore 

Upon the King of seas. 

At length when land was passed from sight 

The thoughtless captain gay 

Longed for a stronger gale to blow^ 

His bark far, far away 

"On unknown reefs," ha loudly cried, 

"My ship to try I long' 



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I know she'll stand what e'er can come 

A storm or siren's song." 

At length the sky is so clear and blue 

Grew dim and dark with cloud 

But lightly sailed the craft along 

Nor feared the thunder loud, 

Fast, fast the rain began to fall, 

The wind did fiercely blow, 

The sailors laughed and gaiiy said 

They longed for North-east snow 

Inhere came a whizing North-east snow. 

And then a driving hail 

A hurricane that shook the ship 

And wildly rent the sail, 

The crew still laughed and praised their 

craft 

They knew 'twas strong and stout 

A boat, they said that would not sink 

Though tossed by storm about. 

Wilder and fiercer grew the storm, 

The lightning around them played, 

The Thunder -bolts of Heaven were drawn 

Against their ship arrayed — 

Her sails were rent: her masts were split 

Upon a reef she ran ; 

The crew^ their jovial captain sought 

And found a trembling man. 

His face was haggard worn and sad 

He knew not what to do 

He paced with fear and anguish wild 

And called upon his crew. 

But she was grinding on a rock 



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There was no sight of land 

"O, shores of youth/' cried Passion brave 

Would I could on you stand 

Then swiftly to the rescue came 

A boat that stood near by .mft I 

To save all ships wrecked on the reef 

To answer ail crew^s cry. 

*'Hold on," they shouted through the storm 

We're come, yes help is here 

Within our boat we'll take you in 

Until the sky is clear. 

Then when the fierce wild storm was o'er 

The ship sailed on ?gain 

Bearing a tremblincr crew that longed 

For the shores of youth in vain. 

But soon the winds grew high once more 

The waters, O, so rough 

The trembling barge sailed on awhile 

Then struck old age's bluff. 

Haggard and weary, worn and faint 

They struggled on in pain. 

To ocean time for mercy plead 

But plead alas, in vain. 

Times roaring billows swept the ship 

Unraanaged o'er the sea ; 

A dreary wreck she drifted on 

Into eternity. 

This is the fate of all our barks 

When We leave the shores of youth 

With passion's thoughtless noisy crew 

Untaught, unchecked by truth. 

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Parody on rock me to sleep 

Rock me to sleep, mother, 

Tuck me in tigh%. . . . , . 
Kiss and caress me — 
Then turn out the light 

So that from hob2;oblins 
(ihosts and the lik 
You'll ne'er be troubled 
With your little Mike. 

Mother come back 

Prom Miss Flannigan's store 

Stay there no longer 

O please talk no more 

Father is hungry 

And sleepy am I 

Come, mother dear 

E're [ break down and cry. 

"Are you not hungry?" 
My father has cried 
Nothing I answered 
But sweet meats espied 

And I can bet you 

In less than a day 

'I'here'll be a cat here 
To chase rats away. 

Rock me to sleep, mother 
Tuck me in tight 
Kiss and caress me 
Then turn out the light 

For I am fearful __ 

Lest you should find out 
Just what your Mikey 
While here was about. 

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UNCLE JAKE ON THE OPENING OF THE 

McKANE HOSPITAL Oct. 1896 
at Savannah Ga., New Charity Hospital 

Well the Hospital was opened 
With a mighty big hurrah, 
And the doctors and the preachers 
Fairly clinched their fists and swore 
That by all the Gods above them, 
On the right side and the left 
That the work by them should never 
In their life time be bereft; 
Then they took up a collection 
For to help the cause along 
An' that noble act wuz foUerd 
By a mighty purty song- 

Malindy, you should heered her 
Heered how well that critter sung ; 

1 declare 'twas most like music 
From the bells of heaven high rung- 
Then the next thing was the marchin 
Up an down about the house 
Lookin inter every corner 

Jes like Tom would fer a mouse, 
An upstairs you should have seen it 
Lots o little beds you know 
Not a colored spread upon em 
But sheets white as winter's snow; 
An away back in the kitchen 
There wuz lots of tables set 



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An the wimin there a sellin 
Wuz worked in a perfect fret',' 
For the people they were shoutin 
All aroun for frozen cream; 
Till one critter wild with anger'"' . 
Jumped and fairly gave a scream: 
Then we heered a wagon comin, 
An Malindy, ji.ist to think, ^ 
Sure enough it wuz the wimin 
Bringing ice cream white and pink, 
Then (3 my us folks wuz happy 
Like some June hugs on a vine, 
An I tell you now Malindy 
That'er place is mighty fine. 



YOUTH 

Oh, Youth so fair and hopeful, 
Oh, Youth with sky so clear, 
With sun of roseate setting 
Thou hast no night thats drear. 

Thou art like a fount thats playing 
Amid the sunbeams bright, 
'^rhat ripples, dances gaily 
Then upward takes its flight. 

Aye showers may over take thee 

But showers never last, 

The flowers spring up, the zephyrs blow, 

The rain drops brief are past. 



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AWAKE, AWAKE 

Awike, awake at early dawn 
Awake and greet this happy morn ! 
For pealing far and near we hear 
The church bells sweet so loud and clear 
"'Glory to God in the highest," they say 
Peace on earth good will to men. Amen" 

Today the Savior promised long 
Has come and fills each heart withsong 
And sons of menand angels sinir 
"Hail blessed Jesus'. Chiist our Kin<7 
"Glory to God in the highest," they say. 
Peace on earth goodwill to men Amen'' 

The glorious sun, the source of li<?ht, 
The moon and stars of silent night. 
The babling brooks and fields of green, 
Ifte mounts and dales that lay between 
"Glory to God in the highest,'' they say 
Peace on earth good will to men Amen" 

The trees in majesty which stand 

The workmanship of God's own hand 

Vie with the flowers as they lay, 

Upon the altar fair today- 

"Glory to God in the highest," they say 

Peace on earth good will to men. Amen' 



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TWO DAYS 

TO F S. P. 

The sky is oe'er cast with clouds tonight, 
The moon and stars are hid from sight, 
The fitful wind sweeps o'er the plain '"' 
Thats beaten roughly by the rain, 
And all within is cold and drear, 
And each heart beats with anxious fear; 
Slow morning dawns at last again 
And where we ask is the fitful rain 
For lo o'er yonder meadow moor 
The King of dav comes forth once more 
The lark and blue jay on the wing 
Sweetly carol their songs of spring 
The grass, the flowers and the trees 
Peep out in verdure from their eaves 
The brooklets flow makes music low 
While soft the south winds gently blow. 
And so dear friends though dark today 
The storm of disappointments sway 
Tomorrow's sun with golden light 
Will bring to thee new hopes, so bright 
That while reflecting o'er sad days 
Thou'lt sweetly carol joyful lays. 



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JUSTICE 

TO MR. JOHN DANIELS 

It is Justice who stands in the hi«rhway of life 
And notes with exactness most true 
The deeds that are done by the children of men 
In the course ot the ways they pursue. 

But Ignorance, Vice and Vain glory have said, 
That Justice shall never prevail 
That Viciousness, Greed and Prejudice rank 
Tne banner of justice sliall trail. 

That selfish Ambition with its unholy creed 

Shall govern the hearts of all men 

And their actions shall be as their hearts shall 

decree 
They declare with their voice and their pen. 

But Justice heed» not this clamorous cry 
Nor their intrigues of power and might 
All records she sends to the maker of men 
The Arbiter of Wrong and of Right 

O, civilized ? man why this unholy strife 
(jainst him whom you seek to disgrace 
Are you better than he why you revel with glee 
Oe'er the de>ids yours have done to debase? 



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WANTED 

O ring the bells, good people all 
And call the maidens fair and gay 
Call widows too both great and small 
And bachelor girlies gray. 

'•Now tell me pray, why ring the bells 
And call the maidens old and young? 
What silent thought within thee dwells 
What is the song unsung?'' 

Tis this, 1 wish unto myself 
Before ere long to take a mate, 
One who will love me, not my wealth 
And to me cling what e're my fate. 

The house it must be neatly kept, 
The glasses clear filled to the brim, 
Th:? gardens green, the porches swept 
And she herself in perfect trim. 

No slits orients within my clothes 
Nor haui^ins: buttons must abound 
With care be darned my coarsest hose, 
What ere I lose be quickly found; 

And she mu^t wear a pleasant smile 
No matter what may be her plight; 
And then, with soothing words the while. 
When I m perplexed set me aright. 

The beefsteak and lig-it biscuit hot 
Mast grace the table in the morn, 
And savory smell the dinner pot 
While flowers the midday board adorn. 



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The little baby in the night 
Must ne'er disturb me with its cry, 
Even though my"\vtfe'bycrCndle light 
To quiet it must walk and try, 

"And is this all? the maiden asked 
"That thou would have her do for ihee?" 
A few more things that might be passed 
If she perchance denied them me. 

"Ah la,'' the maiden said, "I see. 
You wiah a helpmate throughout life 
And one to order made must he 
A slave, but call her, dearest wife.'' 




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STILL * STILL 
JOB PRINTERS 

90 WESTMINSTER ST. BOSTON 



